So you're part of a critique group which you adore, even though they tend to rip your erotic Victorian vampire time travel novel to shreds. But it's more about the camaraderie anyway, so their harsh critiques don't hurt as much. Which is why you try to make each meeting in person.
Unfortunately, there are times when your schedule and that of the group just don't click. Perhaps it's due to a meeting at work, or a sick child, or a madcap cross-country chase as you try to evade the police. Whatever the reason, it kills you not to make the regular meeting. And while you daydream at your meeting, clean puke from the carpet, or speed across I-70, you try to come up with a solution which can allow you to participate in the group without being there in person.
The answer -- the newfangled device known as the Internet.
I'm not a devout football follower. Though forced to watch endless hours of coverage when I was younger, thanks to the near-obsessive, screaming-at-the-television fandom of my father, my tastes leaned more to baseball. Still, I ended up as a casual observer who knows team names, understands the rules, and could rattle off something to an avid, body-painted fan without coming off as too ignorant.
This means I'm able to detect when a team, like the New England Patriots during Super Bowl XLVI, decides to phone in a game. From quarterback Tom Brady's idiotic Safety during his very first possession, to the linebackers' ineffectual runs through the sea of New York Giant defensive tackles, to the butterfingers of their pass receivers, the last Super Bowl was not one for the Patriot's highlight reel.
Fans can blame the team's poor performance on injury, the age of some of the more veteran players, or aliens who decided to take over their bodies. In the end, the reason the Patriots lost was one simple thing -- they didn't want it bad enough. And this got me thinking -- always a bad idea for someone. In some warpped way, writing is very much like football when it comes to wanting it bad enough.